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Lonely World

I sped off towards the fields on my rusty bike. I missed everything. The squeaking wheels, clicking of the gears and soft thuds after encountering ditches on the road. I picked my head up towards the sky, it was midnight. The stars shone out brightly like luminescent jellyfish. I exhaled heavily and loosened my muscles, realizing I've been holding my breath. I kept the circular motions of my legs as I observed the dotted sky. I counted all the stars I could see, even naming a few. I treated the stars like my children. People say it's weird to do that but. They seem so lonely and unloved... I was abruptly interrupted when my bike gave way and fell. I grunted, body aching with tired lungs. Taking shallow breaths, I fluttered my eyelids open to inspect the ancient artifact again. This time, I saw a white line zip across the black abyss in the corner of my eyes. "Look... a shooting star." I whispered to no one in particular. I was lonely as always. Just like my dear mother in the stars. But I'm sure no one will know that except me. After all, we're all lost in our own little world.